Bodies Made Of

Bodies made of slugs and guts Bodies made of slugs and guts Rusted bench seats been stuck in ruts full of bodies Made of slugs and guts Sludged all the way through the mud to orate to some Bodies made of slugs and guts Mister's suit was stained like a sweatshop I said, "It's my soul, I wanna keep it on the inside." Bodies made of sparks and dust Slumped and prone to the lore and lust Christened, then soaked futile Listless souls dampened the aisle of Bodies made of slugs and guts Spoke like a layman but resounded like tongues to The bodies made of Slugs and guts He spit when he spoke and sang like a wasp nest I said, "It's my soul, I wanna keep it on the inside"